Episode 39 - Her Butler, Never to End
I laid on my bed as Sebastian poured hot water into a bowl at my bedside, and he pressed a rag into the water, immediately pulling it out and wringing the cloth.
He stepped back over to the bed and folded it neatly into a burrito shape, lying it on my forehead seconds later.
I closed my eyes in relief, but gazed up at him when he picked up my arm and changed the bandages from that night so many months ago.
He was caring for me as if I was sick. It was odd, honestly. Because I wasn’t.
After finishing with my arm, he pulled down the collar of my nightshirt to check the wound on my chest, when he saw it was healing, he left it alone and ran his fingers on the rag he left of my forehead. He was clearly evening it out.
I watched when he pulled away and moved to get something else. “Sebastian…?”
He glanced over at me. “Yes, master? What is it?”
I watched him curiously and numbly. “You’re caring for me as if I’m sick. My soul is back and still ripe for the picking. It’s as if you’re preparing for me….” I was quiet for a moment. “Is this the end?”
He remained silent, but put another rag in the water, wringing it out, as well.
Another set of cold consumed me, and I turned to face the ceiling, breaths soft but strained.
I felt as if I was in darkness now. Was I scared? Maybe.
My vengeance was fulfilled, my wish completed. So… now it was time, wasn’t it?
He had to take my soul before someone else did.
It was so fragile, pressing against my chest because it was complete. It was Sebastian’s.
Someone already took it. He wasn’t going to run the risk of it being taken again. So, naturally, he would end it now.
I heard his footsteps tap in my direction, and I gazed over at him hazily.
He just sat on the bed, making my lashes lower when I saw his grim expression.
But he leaned down, lightly pressed his lips to mine ever so gently.
I stiffened, preparing for the tear in my chest when he ate it.
But he just pulled away, making me breathe shallowly when I gazed up at him.
“You’re going to take my soul now?” I said then, voice quiet. “Will it hurt?”
He just watched me with dark eyes. “Master… do you love me?”
A tumble of shock rushed through me then, and I stared at him, baffled at the question.
He waited patiently for an answer, eyes darkening.
But I pushed away my pride, my snottiness, and my self-righteousness. Because this was the end, this was my last moment, and I could be honest with him.
“Yes.”
His eyes darkened even more, and he just stared into mine deeply. “No,” he said gently, “this is only the beginning, master. The beginning to a long life with you, my lord.”
My eyes widened in shock, and I felt my heart stop for a moment.
What…? But I thought…
He just leaned down and pressed his mouth to mine.
I closed my eyes tightly when he pulled at my bottom lip with his teeth, gently nibbling and sucking onto it.
He let it slip out, and I moaned in response.
He tasted like mint and toothpaste, he smelled like rain and earth, and he felt so warm… his skin so hot against mine.
Sebastian sat back up and flicked his index finger outward.
I heard the lock on my bedroom door click.
He just smiled down at me, making my cheeks redden.
He didn’t waste a second, just unbuttoned my nightshirt as I breathed shakily from under him, and he pulled the cloth to the sides, exposing my chest.
Before I could react, he dipped down and suckled a bud into his mouth.
I cried out, muffling it with a hand.
He just kept teasing me, his hand going down, and further down… under me, and started caressing.
I pressed my legs together, not used to so many sensations at a time.
Why was I allowing him to do this? I didn’t know. Why wasn’t I ordering for him to stop? I didn’t know.
He continued sucking and stroking, and I writhed slightly from under him, but he didn’t stop.
Until something etched deep in my stomach… something hot and deep and aching.
I stilled, breaths straining as I continued to cover my mouth.
And it burst, making me arch my back as I cried out, shaking from under him as he kept the pace, letting me ride it out.
Until it slowed, and he pulled away, sitting up straighter as he went a little further.
I set my hands on each side of my head, catching my breathe.
But he just smiled and slipped his hands under my panties, gently pulling them down my legs.
And I let him.
After tossing them to the side, Sebastian leaned down and clasped his lips with mine, making my eyes squeeze shut when he cupped me in his hand down there.
He pulled back then, smiling. “Master, may I continue?”
I gazed up at him then, breaths shaking. “Do you mean… you… inside…?”
He nodded, eyes glowing dangerously.
I swallowed something hard but nodded.
WHY DID I NOD?
Was I going insane?
I should’ve said no! I should’ve slapped him across the face!
Sebastian just pulled away out of my sight and undid something on his pants.
Only two seconds later he was on top of me, and I stared up at him in question as he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine.
He pulled back a little. “Hold still.”
And he bent down, something large and stick-like sliding inside me.
I winced, breaths shaking when he kept his gaze to mine.
“It’s almost in,” he said then.
And he shoved further forward, making me arch my back when a wave of pleasure flooded through me.
He didn’t even wait for me to adjust… he just started pumping.
I breathed out whimpers, trying to hold still as his… thing rubbed me in all the right places.
It was so warm, his skin hot against mine, his breaths steaming my face as he kept going.
I gazed down at his chest when beads of sweat formed on my face, lightly running the tips of my fingers along his exposed chest.
He grunted a little, bowing his head, but I tried to be gentle.
“Master,” he said, voice gruff as he caught my wrists, “you’re distracting me.”
He pinned my wrists above my head then, making me breathe shakily as he kept pumping.
I would’ve told him to let me go.
But I didn’t want to.
His body steaming, his breath so minty, his scent so alluring.
He kept going, quickening his pace as I closed my eyes tightly.
Until something hot swelled in my belly, heightening for only a second before his last pump.
It burst through me, and I arched my back, muffling my cry as my body shook from under him.
He stilled to, freezing as he bowed his head, entire figure spasming with mine.
When I relaxed from under him, his head fell to my shoulder.
We just remained there, quiet and numb and just… happy.
I caught my breath when I took in this moment further.
Master, do you love me?
Yes.
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